Am I an absolute fright?"
Most men would have attempted a pretty speech of some sort. Many men
would have responded to Miss King's eyes with a glance of admiration.
She had very fine eyes, and a singularly attractive way of looking out
of the corners of them. Miss King was, in fact, a little tired of her
own company, and would have liked to hear Meldon say something pleasant
about her appearance. She would have enjoyed herself very well if he
had attempted some slight flirtation with her. But he snubbed her
severely.
"I told you yesterday," he said, "that I'm a married man. I have a
daughter two years old, and I'm a clergyman. I really can't allow
you--"
The soft look vanished in an instant from Miss King's eyes. They
flashed fiercely. Her face became suddenly crimson.
"You are outrageous," she said. "How dare you suggest--? How dare you
even think--?"
She sprang to her feet and started at a rapid pace towards the house.
Her head was poised defiantly. Meldon, though he could only see her
back, felt certain that her chin was in the air. Callaghan, who had
retired with his scythe to the middle of the lawn, stopped mowing and
stared after Miss King.
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